Sundays was better than other days   Mondays through Saturdays   Sundays we danced like there's no tomorrow   Duke (Ellington) played piano in Storyville   We sang the Blues round midnight until. . .   The sun came up and we'd improvise      Congo Square on a dope patoi, Congo Square on a dope patoi   Congo Square on a dope patoi, all eyes open on Yeshua (Jesus)      Lester (Young) was there, so was Ms. Badu   Louie (Armstrong) played turmpet on West End Blues   Ain't that Jill Scott with my sweet Aunt Nancy (Wilson)   Sassy (Sarah Vaughn) and Ella (Fitzgerald) start scattin' now   They start a frenzy there in the crowd   Sistahs has always been so resilient      Congo Square on a dope patoi, Congo Square on a dope patoi   Congo Square on a dope patoi, all eyes open on Yeshua (Jesus)      Ain't no filet gumbo babe without the rue   Ain't no joyous feelings without payin' dues   I'm gonna tie my pink bandana on   'Cause what don't kill me make me strong   Sing my Billie (Holiday) "Strange Fruit" song   And dig my roots up. . .Congo Square      (Dig this man)      Sundays was really the only days   That took the place of the lonely days   Sundays we looked to the new horizions   I see the light at the end of the tunnel sir   Jazz and Blues born of the slave gospel   Black angels pick the white fiels of cotton      Congo Square on a dope patoi, Congo Square on a dope patoi   Congo Square on a dope patoi, all eyes open on Yeshua (Jesus)      Ain't no filet gumbo babe without the rue   Ain't no joyous feelings without payin' dues   I'm gonna tie my pink bandana on   'Cause what don't kill me make me strong   Sing my Billie (Holiday) "Strange Fruit" song   And dig my roots up. . .Congo Square. . .Congo Square    Congo Square. . .Congo Square      (Party 'til the sun come up)   (Play that piano man)